This was much better than just randomly dating, but I really wished someone would’ve told me a long time ago how nice it would be to have an Owner. Someone to make the decisions and have fun without me having to jump through a thousand hoops was amazing.
And he touched me so much…little kisses and soft strokes…pets and tugs…all while I was completely tied down.
This had to be the best kinky part of BDSM and more people needed to understand it.
Obey and stay hard.
Owner gave the best instructions ever.
They were relaxing and simple and all I had to do was stay still and think about all the wonderful things he might do to mehis sub and me his doll. Tugs and spanks and dress-up games and panties…they kept rolling round and round in my head until between the wonderful touches he was giving me and all the wonderful things he could do to me, I felt heavy and like my panties were some kind of weighted blanket.
“That’s right. Such a pretty doll.” Even releasing the straps that held me down to the changing table didn’t take the floaty feeling away, but I was going to tell him later how good being safe was. “My sweet doll. So good for your Owner.”
Good dolls got pretty clothes because as Owner sat up his pretty doll, he slipped a swirl of soft pink fabric over my head. The way he moved my arms as he propped me up made it feel like I was watching him from far away.
I’d never felt more relaxed and even the questions that’d been running around in my head slowed until I knew they could wait.
“You’re so pretty.” When my nightgown thing was resting around me, he ran his hand over the front and smiled when he got to the bottom of it, gently stroking his fingers over the front of the panties. “And you’ll be even prettier with a cock ring on so you remember who owns you.”
He was so excited about that…about owning me.
Best kinky thing ever.
Somehow it got even better as he picked up his doll and carried it over to the big chair in the corner and carefully positioned his doll in his lap. “I knew you’d look beautiful dressed up for me the first time I saw you standing there with Emerson. You’re cuddly and kissable, though.”
He proved it by barely brushing his lips against my cheek and slowly gliding us back and forth in the chair. “We’ll play more kissing games later, but now it’s cuddle time.”
Cuddle time involved rocking and kissing and hugs and petting me until I felt heavier. It was almost like the best kind of tired and I’d never felt anything like it. Even the way he was gently stroking over my barely covered cock had the blanket feeling tightening around me.
When the blanket slowly became lighter, I wiggled before I realized what I was doing. “Oops.”
Oh.
Thankfully, Master chuckled and kissed my head. “There’s my pretty boy.”
“Where’d I go? Can I talk now? Where did you say you got my clothes? Did you know I’d like being tied up? Can I call it tied up when I was buckled onto the changing table to keep me from falling off? I’m kind of wiggly sometimes, so that was good planning on your part.” His bark of laughter said he might’ve already figured that part out. “What was your favorite part of playing so far? We played, right? This isn’t like my dates usually go, so I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
It seemed like the right word for it but hobbies always had their own vocabularies and I hadn’t explored this one before. I knew what words to use if he wanted to cross stitch or crochet, but this was new.
That was alright, though.
New wasn’t bad.
It just meant I needed to learn how to do it and I could do that. I was really good at diving into something new and figuring it out.
He just wasn’t a craft.
“Yes, I think saying we were playing was a good way to put it or you could’ve talked about it using the word scene…think of it like a scene in a play.” Master sat me up a little but kept me tucked close to his body. “What else? Oh. Yes, you can talk now. I’m very curious to hear what you think, and your mind was starting to clear, so it was a good time to end the scene.”
I hadn’t fucked it up.
Amazing.
“I think having to stay still and quiet while you were feeling good helped you relax so much you were floating.” He seemed to like how well-behaved I’d been too based on the smile he gave me and the way he was running his hand over my head. “You stayed very relaxed for me and did a wonderful job, and once your mind started to clear, I knew it was time for us to switch gears.”
Switching gears.
Yes, because we weren’t done yet.
